NEW MOON

Star Woman II- Francene Hart

“Pause, breathe and digest what is happening with you. “

Funny, Venus Retrograde and I have been sooooo nostalgic! As the moon grows dark and enters Aquarius, I have been guided to seek out a ton of ancient correspondences between myself and my sisters… love letters sent and received before I conceived Cielo… although my being has been blown open by the miracle of birthing this tremendous Sun, I have also been battling with my perceived loss of creative juice… all being channeled and directed into the cosmic cradleboard in which I carry him… These letters are incredible… remarkable… full of lucid dreams and direct messages from spirit… I have not dreamt lucidly since Cielo was born and it’s as if the dreamtime.. the place of unlimited potential.. spontaneous wisdom and creation has been born into flesh in this little creature I popped out… that He now carries my dreaming body inside of his heart… beaming the beauty of spirit.. making manifest that which is sleeping…. I have held, tightly and rigorously, my perceived pain.. perceived loss of this part of my self and realize, today, in this moment that my holding will forever keep my in bondage… forever create resistance to my own unlimited potential and power… forever create distance between my heart and yours.. my guides, allies, muses, family…. I proclaim that this New Year that the Winged Horse, bridled and tethered, be released from her bondage, be made free and strong… that she may spread the full breadth of her Wings and in the twilight return to her herd… star sisters and brothers… galloping and flying with fierce radiance… returning cosmic awareness to the Earth Mother… It is time to melt this prickly frozen heart…

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Pagan Poetry

Pedaling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me

Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved

He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It’s pagan poetry
Pagan poetry

Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernating

On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It’s pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him

This time
She loves him, she loves him
I’m gonna keep it to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I’m gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over

Imagine A Woman

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.
– Patricia Lynn Reilly Cosmic Birther copy small                                    ::::::Image by Kati Astraeir:::::http://katiastraeir.com/